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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges

#4 Lucky




Over the next two weeks the theme challenge will be “LUCKY”have you been lucky in your life or will you be hunting for a four leaf clover? Use your talented imagination or write a poem dedicated to St. Patrick’s Day. Now get off the mushroom and try combining the theme challenge with the form challenge. Here’s hoping you get lucky at writing a charming “Lucky” Poem.

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Lucky
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Maryse Achong

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Divena Collins

Saint Patricks Day Jiggin

Maggie Cusick

Patsy's Wake
St Patrick

Lorainne Dafney

Shamrock

Ryter Roethicle

Paddy's Luck

Nia Wynne

By Chance
Lucky Green



Maryse Achong

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Beloved You must see by now
That without You I'd not know how
To run this race, stay in the game
To keep alive the blaze, the flame
That burns within the core of me
That yearns for Your love constantly.

Beloved You know everything,
You're watching when I weep or sing,
You're at my side when I am strong,
You raise me up when things go wrong;
Small wonder then this need in me
That yearns for Your love constantly.

Beloved though at times I strain
Against these ties, this loving chain,
And like a lost lamb I might stray,
Near You is where I want to stay;
There's something deep inside of me
That yearns for Your love constantly.

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Divena Collins

Saint Patricks Day Jiggin

Lets all jig for Saint Patricks day
maybe a guinness, so what do you say
wear a shamrock, the fiddle will play,
lets drink to the great olde Irish way,
we`ll have us a grand olde time today
singing Toora Loora, Loora Lay.

Now Peg O`hara, she`ll be there
and Tom Flaherty, he with the red hair,
Maureen O ` Riley may not be there,
she`s drunk and snorin,` under the stairs,
we`ll have us a grand olde time today,
singing Toora, Loora, Loora Lay.

Saint Patricks day`s full of good cheer
it comes round, only one day, a year
got to drink a years, share of beer,
hooray!! this blessed day is here.
we`ll have us a grand olde time today,
singing Toora, Loora, Loora Lay.

Paddy O `Sullivans drunk as a coot.
got his Shilalie caught up in his boot,
Leprechaun Sean dont care a hoot,
couldn`t reach, and wet on his foot.
the luck of the Irish be with us today,
singing Toora,Loora. Loora Lay.

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Maggie Cusick

Patsy's Wake

Banshee's had hardly
stopped screeching
when the house filled up for the wake,
keeners were weeping and wailing
enough to make widows heart break.
PATSY was propped in a corner,
his coffin an utter disgrace,
still he looked grand
with a pint in his hand
a cadaverous leer on his face.
Fiddlers were swinging,
a tenor was singing
songs of old Erin Isle,
moonshine was flowing
the house it was moving
with everyone dancing in style.
Poteen was brought in abundance,
gallons stacked in the hall
just as insults were flying
inciting men to a brawl.
Things became overly heated,
many were thrown through the door,
it was then that a bottle hit Patsy
who fell on his face to the floor.
Today he goes to his maker
marked by a toll of a bell,
sadly he never reached heaven
but received a grand welcome in hell.

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St Patrick

The garden of eden
had vanished they said
until Patrick cleared it of snakes,
Erins grees hills reach emerald sky
reflected this day in the lakes.
The time has long gone
when wearing the green
once held the sentence of death
today thoughout Ireland
flags will be waved
for a moment bridging the cleft.
So heres to St. Patrick
worthy of praise
gather ye around our glasses well raise
to the man who saved Ireland.

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Lorainne Dafney

Shamrock

Bagpipes
begin to sing
their song, as dawn rises
over fields of green, a chorus
awakes

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Ryter Roethicle

Paddy's Luck

Being part Irish I believe in luck
St Patrick is number one in my book
I am a Virgo and therefore I must plan
And have done so since I first began
The world is so much different now
I make my luck by my sweaty brow.

St Patrick when he kicked out snakes
Showed everyone just what it takes.
Then took the Emerald Isle by storm
And Christianity became the norm.
He only took what the druids allow
Making their luck by their sweaty brow.

As Erin's lore rises more each day
Homage to emigrants we must pay
Who left her shores in body only.
Eire sent her sons to places lonely
But eternal love to her, their vow
And their luck by their sweaty brow.

Now St Paddy's day nears again
I cannot ever remember when
Guinness glasses were not the way
And Slainte the toast of the day.
Slainte chugat I wish you now
Adh mór ort and your sweaty brow.

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Nia Wynne

By Chance

You came in the night like a thief,
A Leprechaun with gold relief,
By chance your charm shall bring me luck.

You threw the dice, gave a symbol,
A circle of gold, probable
By chance your charm shall bring me luck.

You gave me some cards telling of
A risk involving games of love,
By chance your charm shall bring me luck.

You thought it was just like roulette,
Yet time to be free without threat,
By chance your charm will bring me luck.

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Lucky Green

Pure green is a passionate Spring
Where lakes and threes rehearse to sing
How lucky it is life comes back,
For of death there is never any lack,
But then sun returns to prove life's chance
So now feet and soul must ever dance!

From unripe fruit to clover filled fields
The most plentiful color is life's herald,
Joyous first sign indicating victory
When cold sorrows end in hopeful zoochory,
As birds and animals do thus enhance,
so now feet and souls must ever dance!

Circles of greening seasons spin round
Drab cycles in echoed winds sound
Through merry leaf of shadowed shapes
Moments pass that we cannot escape
Over time, till death parries it's lance,
So now feet and souls must ever dance!

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